The AlleyWay

Simple Life

The Alleyway

My simple life my name is Harper Keaton wife of the deputy sheriff John Keaton. In our little city people care so very much about labels. John and I use to be so happy and in love, but now our marriage is nothing more than a label. I diet and work hard to keep my body healthy and to try to keep John interested in me and my body. Nothing seems to work he's now overweight never wants to have sex doesn't want to cuddle or take showers together. He usually sleeps in his recliner downstairs. Day after day same old thing wake up make him breakfast, iron his uniform, fix his coffee for his drive. No thank you honey, No I love you sweetie, no breakfast was amazing, No I'll miss you, I get nothing literally we barely speak.

Unless it's a public event then he plays husband of the year hand holding kissing my cheek he's not the man I married. I'm bored I need excitement I feel no rush no joy nothing makes my panties wet. I can't remember the last time I had an orgasm from someone other than myself.

Don't let me fool you I never said I was perfect. I see my therapist to help me with my depression its only occurred when John joined the police force. I will never forget the first time I told him I wasn't happy anymore he laughs and said I don't know what I'm talking about that my only job is to keep him happy. He is the one who said to get a shrink that I can bitch and complain to because after a long day at work he doesn't want to hear it.

Our problems seem to only get worst the further he got in his career. The better he would do at work the less involved he would get at home. The less we would talk, the less we cuddle, the less we would kiss, the less we would make love. Little foreplay turned into no foreplay, hours of lovemaking turned into mere minutes of him being the only one to cum.

So of course, I found a therapist I liked and started pouring my heart and soul out to her. In our little city it's very old-fashioned man and woman don't get divorced. Those who do get divorced its very looked down upon. Especially for the woman they are looked at as whores. What woman wouldn't do whatever it takes to make her husband and home a happy life.

My therapist is a woman about ten – fifteen years older than me. She knows John is the one who pays for me to see her and I see her sometimes her twice a week. Gemma my therapist tells me I should try harder and not give up so easily so at least know I tried everything possible.

My mind is made up I must try at least for my sanity I shave my legs, underarms, and my bikini area. I light some candles I play the song from our first dance at our wedding so many years ago. I cook an exquisite supper chill a bottle of wine and grab bottle of beer having it already for him on the table. I myself dressed in a sexy little piece of lingerie wearing thigh highs and some strappy high heels curling my hair and fixing my makeup up. I'm beyond ready to try to spice up our love life our life in general.

John walks in kicks off his shoes and grabs his beer from the dining table and demands I start bringing his food to his recliner. I huff and say sweetie can we please eat in the dinner room I made a special dinner for tonight. He yells at me to do as I'm told. I bring him the food and go to give him a sexy kiss on his cheek as soon as I try to work my way down his neck he forcefully pushes me off him. He makes me fall to the ground in my heels. He doesn't help me up, he laughs telling me what I am wearing referring to my lingerie.

When I went to kiss his neck, I smelled a familiar smell of perfume worn my the only female dispatcher at the station. I was furious. When John and I first got married I just got done getting my degree in teaching. Shortly after our honeymoon John informed me that I wasn't to work my soul focus should be on him and giving him babies and tending to the house.

A year after trying to have babies we go to the gynecologist. My worst fears were confirmed I was unable to have a child. That didn't sit well with John I tried everything to keep him happy in the beginning I tired threesomes with other women. John always seemed to pay more attention to the other women. John loved to gag me with his feet. It was an extremely weird fetish to me, but I wanted to satisfy my man and keep him happy anyway I could.

I will never forget the first time I brought over other women to join us in the bedroom. It was my best friend Kendall she was my best friend all through school. John managed to ruin our friendship. I bring her home we put on matching bra and panties when John walks in the door he was greeted with us both there sitting on our knees. We both start to kiss him everything I tried to do John stopped me and said for me to let Kendall do it. It was the biggest mistake to bring her over my best friend and my husband had sex leaving me to watch. Thinking that's what John wanted I sat and watched even though it made me sick. Then John yelled at me saying what the hell are you doing can't you see we are in the middle of something quit being so damn clingy Harper.

So, as you can see I've tried I'm not just a terrible wife I've truly tried. My husband happy is my husband without me.

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